"They are deleting every single trace of you."​The panicked voice of Leo Vance echoed loudly through the phone speaker.​Ryan Parker sat on the pristine leather sofa of his luxury penthouse. The bright morning sun poured through the massive glass windows.​It had been exactly twelve hours since the Starfall Showcase ended.​Twelve hours since Ryan completely destroyed Logan Murphy. He had exposed the blatant plagiarism of Fading Echoes to the entire global music industry.​He had rejected blank checks from desperate billionaire record executives. He had proven his absolute musical sovereignty on a live international broadcast.​But true corporate wealth and raw talent meant absolutely nothing if the world could not hear his voice.​"I just watched a fan upload a video of your performance to ViewTube," Leo said rapidly. "It hit two hundred thousand views in under five minutes. The comment section was going crazy. Then the screen went entirely black."​"Copyright strike?" Ryan asked ca

"The Clash is exactly three weeks away."​Dean Marcus paced the length of the penthouse living room. He looked absolutely exhausted. The fifty year old charter had nearly broken his spirit.​Ryan Parker sat quietly on the leather sofa. He watched the golden text of the System interface fade from his vision. He had his escape route.​"It is a decennial competition," the Dean continued. His voice was tight with severe anxiety. "It is strictly reserved for elite classical prodigies. The judging panel consists of global maestros who completely despise modern music."​Ryan opened his sleek silver laptop. He accessed the secure academy portal.​"If I win, I receive an honorary alumni status," Ryan stated. His fingers moved efficiently across the keyboard. "That immediately severs the undergraduate intellectual property clause."​"Yes," Dean Marcus admitted heavily. "But you are walking blindly into a slaughterhouse. Richard Murphy is hosting a live press conference in the grand hall right n

"Let me inside the booth for one hour."​Logan Murphy slammed his fist against the heavy acoustic door.​The junior sound engineer looked at Logan with pure pity. "Your father explicitly revoked your building access."​"I am still a Murphy," Logan snarled. His voice cracked with immense desperation.​He pulled a thick gold watch from his wrist and shoved it into the engineer's chest. It was the last expensive thing he owned.​Logan had spent the last forty eight hours living in absolute hell.​Richard Murphy had completely disowned him following the Starfall Showcase. His platinum credit cards were entirely frozen. The locks on his luxury apartment were changed.​He was a global laughingstock. The plagiarism scandal had utterly destroyed his reputation overnight.​But Logan had a desperate plan to win his father back.​The entire music industry was currently having a collective meltdown over a single anonymous audio file.​A producer named Zero had uploaded an instrumental track calle

"Get inside before you freeze to death."Victoria Price stood entirely motionless in the torrential downpour. The cold rainwater soaked through her pristine white designer suit. It plastered her dark hair to her face and ruined her expensive makeup.She stared blindly at the young billionaire sitting in the back of the armored SUV. The tinted window was rolled down just enough for his deep voice to cut through the heavy storm.She had sacrificed her entire fifteen year career for him. She had thrown away her corporate power because she believed in his flawless acoustic resonance. Now she was completely blacklisted and entirely helpless.Victoria stepped forward and climbed heavily into the plush back seat.The contrast was immediate and violently stark. Outside was a freezing, unforgiving corporate storm. Inside the vehicle, the air was perfectly climate controlled. The thick leather seats radiated a soothing, luxurious warmth.The heavy door slammed shut. The chaotic sound of the tor

"Turn every single monitor off right now."Richard Murphy hurled a heavy crystal glass directly at the massive television screen mounted in his executive office. The thick glass shattered violently upon impact.Ryan Parker was singing on every single channel. Victoria Price had successfully hijacked the entire national media grid. The viral broadcast of the Starfall Showcase was completely inescapable.Silas Crane stood perfectly still near the office door. The elite corporate lawyer looked incredibly pale and terrified."The live viewership just passed fifty million," Silas whispered. "We cannot contain the digital leak anymore. The entire public knows he wrote the song."Richard gripped the edge of his mahogany desk. His knuckles turned completely white with pure rage. His son Logan was ruined. His corporate stock was currently in a terrifying freefall."Public opinion does not write legislation," Richard snarled. "The undergraduate injunction still holds absolute legal power. Ryan